[Oh yeah, cause that's exactly what he needed today. D33 hears the shattering of the cup and very nearly breaks something of his own just to make whoever dropped it feel bad. Not in the best mood, this one, but Quatre already knows that. He doesn't even have the energy to be angry, though. It's a new kind of hell, having to feel something without being able to blindly convert that emotion into rage. Instead, it's exactly as Quatre read it - grief, despair, and a whole new sense of emptiness. All of those three put together still can't compare to the guilt that overwhelms the entire mixture.
[He ghosts over to Quatre's table. Maybe he should be a bit more alarmed, but he's as flat as ever - flatter, probably.]
Do I need to call someone?
[Like...what's the number? 911 or something? He doesn't like the idea of that one bit. Maybe he'll just let...this happen?]
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[He ghosts over to Quatre's table. Maybe he should be a bit more alarmed, but he's as flat as ever - flatter, probably.]
Do I need to call someone?
[Like...what's the number? 911 or something? He doesn't like the idea of that one bit. Maybe he'll just let...this happen?]